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Parlin, smiling, "it happens, unfortunately, that Prudy is your name; so I think you will have to try and bear it as well as you can." "But I can't bear it any longer," said the child, bursting into tears. "Prudy is all lame and sick, and I never shall walk any more while you call me Prudy, papa." Mr.
Little children, no older than Dotty, have their breath snatched right away, and are covered up in the ground, with gravestones at their heads and feet. O, you haven't the least idea, Prudy. You never think anything can happen!" "Well, things don't happen very often, you know, Susy." "There, Prudy Parlin, don't talk so! I feel just as if Dotty was going to die this very night."
But Percy only meant that the pony sadly needed some new shoes; and this was very true. Now it happened that Mr. Parlin, being too busy to go himself, sent Eddy Johnson and Charley Piper with Wings to the blacksmith's shop. It seemed to Susy that the boys were gone a long while, for it was Wednesday afternoon, and she was impatient for a ride.
"Prudy," she said, "was a natural lady: the other two were romps." The next Monday Mrs. Parlin and the three children started for Willow-brook. Dotty wished to take her sweet Pusheen and her darling Zip; but it was decided that Pusheen must stay at home, and help keep house.
The calico pieces went into the rag-bag, and that was the last of Prudy's patchwork. One day the children wanted to go and play in the "new house," which was not quite done. Mrs. Parlin was almost afraid little Prudy might get hurt, for there were a great many loose boards and tools lying about, and the carpenters, who were at work on the house, had all gone away to see some soldiers.
If you'll say 'twas my pignig, Susy Parlin, then I'll kiss you; but if you say it isn't, I won't speak to you again never in my world!" "Well, it wasn't your picnic so there," said Susy. Prudy settled her cheek to the pillow. "Susy Parlin," said she, drowsily, "I ain't a-goin' to speak to you again till you say 'twas my pig "
He said he remembered just how Edward Parlin and Mary Read looked when they stood before him in the bloom of their youth, and promised to live together as husband and wife. They had seemed very happy then; but he thought they were happier now; he could read in their faces the history of fifteen beautiful years.
Parlin washed the little pilferer's face and hands, took her in her lap, and tried to feel her way through the cotton wool to the tiny conscience. The child looked up and listened to all the good words, and when they had been spoken over and over, this was what she said: "O, gamma, you's got such pitty little wrinkles!"
In doing so she had to push back the chaise-top, and the little girls had a full view of her face. "O, Dotty Dimple Parlin!" screamed her sisters, in dismay. Fanny Harlow hastened to open the gate. "Where did you come from, you naughty thing?" whispered Susy, with a crimson face.
The Portland fire had affected the Parlin family in more ways than one; and it would be long before the three little girls would settle into their usual quiet habits again. "Prudy," said Dotty, "you needn't say that word 'wherrying' to me any more. Mamma said there mus'n't anybody tease me about that, because I've I've repented it all up." "O, I'm so glad!" replied Prudy.
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